the privilege

i almost bought a bed frame this last weekend.  i had just enough to get one that i thought that i would like.  but, instead, i put my boxspring and mattress on the floor.  it's high enough for me.  actually, i'm pretty happy with it this way.  it snugs up in the corner nicely and makes it a nice place to cuddle up. i like it much.  got rid of the icky frame.  didn't replace it.  happy.  content.  pretty easy going.
and it was nice to have the money to spend some other way.  god is so good at providing for me.  he amazes me when i don't even know how things are going to work.  step by step.  and i want to keep giving it away.  i don't want to pretend that i am doing it on my own or by my own plan.  i want to keep watching him work.  to keep knowing that it's him.  i want to keep investing what he gives into others' lives.  it's so much fun.  unbelievably so.
a privilege it is to be cared for by god himself.  but the best part of the privilege is recognizing that truth.  i love it.  and i love being able to share his gifts.  he lavishes things upon us.  how much fun it is to share them.  from the tangible to the emotional.  he gives it all.  for me to share.  to give.  know what?  i've never outgiven him.  he is never stingy.  he gives light and strength and joy and hope and peace and gentleness and love.  he gives beauty and nurture and giftedness. he gives pleasure and laughter and smiles.  he give food and shelter and warm blankies and heating pads.  he gives everything.  nothing comes from me.  nothing.  not at all.  only him.
that's the privilege of being his daughter.  he lets me give his stuff away.  his love.  his peace.  his hope.  his gifts.  everything that i can do or say or believe...all gifts from him...to be used for everyone else.  yes.  a privilege.
blessings.